The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 277 Master, the future son-in-law is really going to be blessed (second update)

Chapter 277: 277 Master, the future son-in-law is really going to be blessed (second update)

Yelu Yan carefully wiped Li Xianyun’s hair, and when he lifted her hair, he saw the marks he had left on her delicate, swan-like neck—marks that would take several days to fade.

This time, he really had gone too far.

It wasn’t that he had never left marks before, and Li Xianyun had indulged him, allowing him to leave them where others couldn’t see, otherwise, she would be unable to show her face to anyone.

But today, he had acted like a man possessed, reckless and uncaring.

No wonder Li Xianyun was so angry.

After Yelu Yan dried her hair, he tilted his head to look at her, with a pleasing intention, "Xianxian, do you see if it’s all dry? If there’s any spot I missed, let your husband dry it again."

Li Xianyun ignored him, truly furious this time; she had pleaded with him to stop, but he just wouldn’t.

She was really afraid; for a moment, she even thought she might die.

Li Xianyun had known from the start that Yelu Yan had vigorous strength, and his desires were great, but in the past, she could bear it, but today...

Only now did she realize that he had been holding back his strength before; today, he had been utterly unrestrained, overwhelming her completely.

She simply couldn’t withstand it, yet she inexplicably craved it.

She was baffled by this feeling.

Seeing that Li Xianyun was still ignoring him in anger, Yelu Yan could only pick up a wooden comb and gently comb her hair.

Even after he finished combing her hair, Li Xianyun still ignored everyone, climbed into bed, and reached for the soft quilt.

But a large hand had already taken the quilt, shook it out, and covered Li Xianyun, "Xianxian, would you like a drink of water?"

Having just bathed, especially after sweating a lot, she would be very thirsty.

Li Xianyun finally didn’t want to aggrieve herself and hummed in agreement.

Glad that she was finally willing to pay attention to him, Yelu Yan happily said, "Wait here, your husband will pour it for you."

Yelu Yan walked over to the desk, poured a cup of water, and came to the bedside with the cup.

Li Xianyun slowly sat up, trying to take the cup from Yelu Yan’s hand.

But Yelu Yan dodged, "Let your husband feed you."

Li Xianyun had no choice but to drink from the cup in his hand, and as she did, her gaze fell upon Yelu Yan’s face.

The word "docile" appeared in Li Xianyun’s mind for some reason; how come Yelu Yan looked like an obedient big milk dog? The sharp teeth from earlier were nowhere to be seen, and there was no trace of his earlier beastly demeanor.

Being very perceptive of others’ feelings, Yelu Yan noticed that Li Xianyun was no longer as angry as before, so he sat next to her and said softly, "I was wrong earlier, I should not have treated you that way."

Li Xianyun pursed her lips, the scene from earlier as if playing before her eyes—Yelu Yan parted her legs, making her sit on top of him.

He wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her tightly, spilling a lot of water.

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around his neck, their necks entwined, her small face deeply buried in his neck, feeling his large, hard Adam’s apple.

With each surpassing the last, Li Xianyun let out low moans, holding him even tighter, her chest pressed firmly against his solid chest.

When Li Xianyun was thirteen or fourteen, she developed differently from other girls her age, maturing early; she had to wrap her chest tightly with white soft cloth, and even then, it was very eye-catching.

To avoid drawing attention to her unusual development, she wore very loose clothes, only wrapping a band around her waist, but that backfired because her waist was too slender, barely a handful.

Faced with the abnormal gazes of men, she had to find other ways to cover up.

Only when she returned to her own boudoir could she relax and finally take off that wretched wrap.

Youlan handed her a chemise and couldn’t help looking over, sincerely commenting, "Mistress, your future husband is indeed fortunate."

Li Xianyun quickly covered herself, "Silly girl, don’t look. No peeking, you know that."

Youlan stuck out her tongue and went off to do something else with a laugh.

After Youlan left, Li Xianyun looked down at herself, her brows slightly knit in distress—it was indeed worrying.

Clutching Yelu Yan so tightly like this, her figure had surely become disfigured. Yelu Yan must be able to feel it, and it was incredibly embarrassing, but she couldn’t help herself from embracing him.

In the beginning, it was controllable, but when Li Xianyun was completely exhausted and begging for mercy, Yelu Yan was still unwilling to let her go.

Soon after, Li Xianyun’s eyes reddened, and Yelu Yan still insisted she endure, saying it would be over quickly.

In an instant, Li Xianyun was so angry she started crying; he was only thinking of himself, not showing her the slightest pity. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and tears began to stream down.

Yelu Yan quickly realized something was wrong. Seeing her tears, he panicked and hurriedly stopped, comforting and kissing her.

Flashes of memories passed through her mind, and she eventually forced herself not to think about these things, instead looking at the man before her.

After Li Xianyun had finished drinking water, Yelu Yan set the cup on the bedside table, turned to look at Li Xianyun, raised his hand to tidy the hair in front of her forehead, and looked at her with indulgence, "Your husband won’t do this next time; it’s all my fault."

Li Xianyun moved her lips, glaring at him, and finally said, "It is your fault. You only care about yourself. I could’ve died."

Yelu Yan’s face changed, and he said, "From now on, don’t say words like ’die,’ understand?"

It’s bad luck.

Seeing Li Xianyun turning away, Yelu Yan quickly embraced her and smiled, "Why are you angry again?"

"You were mean to me."

"Where was I," Yelu Yan chuckled, "How was I mean to you?"

"You were mean to me; your bull-like eyes could scare someone to death."

Yelu Yan pointed to his own eyes, "You say that these beautiful eyes are like a bull’s?"

Li Xianyun gave him a sidelong glance and said nothing.

Embracing Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan looked down at her flushed little face and placed a kiss on her cheek, "Next time your husband will be careful, okay?"

"Okay."

Seeing him so pitifully trying to please her, Li Xianyun decided to forgive him.

Yelu Yan looked down at her, appearing as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What is it?"

"Xianxian, should I apply some ointment for you?"

Li Xianyun’s small face turned from pink to deep red, the kind of red that seemed like it could drip water.

"Flirtatious Man."

Yelu Yan chuckled, "Is your husband a flirtatious man for wanting to apply ointment to his own woman?"

"You are a flirtatious man, just a flirtatious man."

"Alright, alright, if you say so. Apply ointment or not?"

"No need, it’s too embarrassing," Li Xianyun said, unable to save face.

Yelu Yan laid Li Xianyun on the bed and covered her with a soft quilt, "Xianxian, you must be exhausted from the journey these past few days. Have a good sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

Li Xianyun obediently closed her eyes, but soon she opened them again, looking at Yelu Yan, "My lord, should we clean up behind the screen? It wouldn’t be good if someone saw it tomorrow."

The water in the bath bucket had spilled out quite a bit due to the vigorous shaking, almost forming a small stream on the floor, and her clothes, which Yelu Yan had taken off, were thrown on the ground. His clothes were the same, scattered about, miserably clinging to the floor.

One could call it a complete mess.

Yelu Yan gently patted her, "You sleep; your husband will clean up. No one else will find out."

"Okay."

Li Xianyun obediently closed her eyes. The constant jolting along the way had kept her from peaceful sleep, and just now she had been worn out by him. She truly felt tired and sleepy.